05/14/2026
Lately, I’ve been missing the version of me that ran buildings, led teams, made impossible decisions before lunch, and somehow carried the weight of hundreds of people on my shoulders every single day.
And for a while after stepping away, I convinced myself maybe I wasn’t actually *that* good at it.
Then recently, some data and ratings came through that reminded me:
Nope. I really was.
I was damn good at my job.
And I think part of me needed that reminder because lately I’ve felt… small. Like somehow slowing down meant I stopped being impressive.
But then I look at my life now.
The chubby little girl with a gnarly middle part, who grew up in the kitchen with her dad would absolutely lose her mind knowing she started her own business, a baking business at that. Something that was never even some lifelong dream. It just found me in one of the hardest seasons of my life.
And maybe that’s the point.
Life has phases.
Some seasons are loud and ambitious and career-driven.
Some are slower and softer and centered around home.
As women, I really think we *can* do it all.
Just not all at the same time.
Right now, my biggest accomplishments aren’t tied to a title or a building or a survey score.
They’re taking walks with my toddler who's grown up so fast. Being there for the firsts, watching him discover and explore the world. The little moments I would’ve missed before.
And that still counts.
That still matters.
And I’m trying to remember that it’s something to be proud of too.